Zheng Yinqiao said: "The wound has definitely split open. I'll bandage it first. Mr. Chen's breathing is weak, and there might be an issue with his chest cavity. We'll need to send him for a detailed examination later."
Zheng Yinqiao quickly sterilized his hands, picked up scissors, and cut open the gauze to apply new medicine and bandage Kang Chen's wound again.
Zhuo Zi'ang rested for a moment before standing up: "Judging by this wound, it must have been here for a few days. How come it hasn't healed yet?"
With a mask and gloves on, Zheng Yinqiao was replacing Kang Chen's dressing, and he answered: "Looking at Mr. Chen like this, do you think he'd obediently lie still and let the wound heal?"
Zhuo Zi'ang shook his head: "That... he probably wouldn't."
The Mr. Chen they knew would never be someone who'd remain inactive in bed. Especially with the recent avalanche of matters, Mr. Chen was likely burnt out, where would he even find the time or inclination to recuperate?
